THAT OLD TURKEY
That old turkey
Flies through the town
With a jar full of honey
And a sixteen ounce pound
It flies through the air
With the greatest of ease
Except for its cough,
Its burps and its wheeze
I love that old turkey
It reminds me of me
With a wart on its nose
And a bump on its knee
(Written for my grandchildren,
on May 28, 2015)